Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.